"You've hurt my family for too long Hank," Joyce Summers told her husband.
She stood in their bedroom, a gun in her hand. Her husband's pleas and begs wouldn't stop her from ending it this time. She had to know that he was gone, and wasn't coming back. I can't let him hurt my family anymore, she thought. This has to be done.
"Joyce, please, I'll change," Hank said, down on his knees. "God, help me."
"Too late for God," Joyce said. "I don't think he wants a filthy man like you in heaven."
"And you think he'll let you in after this?" Hank asked, laughing. "You are crazy."
"Maybe you shouldn't question my mother's sanity daddy," Buffy said, walking into the room. "She is the one holding the gun."
"Buffy, you shouldn't be here," Joyce said, looking frantically from her husband to her eldest daughter. "I don't want you to see this."
"Oh but I do," Buffy said, an evil grin on her face. "I want to see for myself that everything I've feared is gone... Forever."
Joyce nodded weakly and turned back to her husband of eighteen years. This wasn't something she wanted to do, but knew that it had to be done for the good of her children, they had suffered enough. With their abusive father out of the way, they could start fresh, and hopefully move on to a happier life.
Joyce didn't care where this sent her. To prison, even to hell. She just wanted her kids to know that they didn't have to be scared anymore. That mommy had taken care of all their fears, that they were free.
"Mom," Buffy said, snapping her out of her thoughts. "You... You don't have to do this if you can't."
"I have to Buffy," she said. "For you and Dawnie, I must."
Buffy nodded and turned her attention back to her pathetic father. He had tortured her for years, beating her, and harrassing her. That, her mother didn't know about. If she did though, Buffy didn't think it would matter. Her father was going to die, and telling her mother the awful secrets wouldn't make his death any different.
The sound of a gun shot filled the air, and Buffy closed her eyes. She could feel her mother's arms wrap around her, and returned the act of comfort.
Buffy pulled back from the embrace, and opened her eyes. She turned to her father, lying on the ground motionless, blood running out of his wound at such a speed. It's almost like something's sucking it out, she thought.
Taking a deep breath, Buffy walked over to the motionless corpse. She gently nudged the body with her foot, and when she got no response, no angry yelling, or no strong grip, she smiled. He's gone. He can't hurt me anymore.
Yeah. Um, just did that cause I got the idea from a review, lol. Yes, I did. And it didn't tell me to do this specifically... But I just thought I would. Anyway, tell me what you think. I know they're out of character but meh. lol.
She stood in their bedroom, a gun in her hand. Her husband's pleas and begs wouldn't stop her from ending it this time. She had to know that he was gone, and wasn't coming back. I can't let him hurt my family anymore, she thought. This has to be done.
"Joyce, please, I'll change," Hank said, down on his knees. "God, help me."
"Too late for God," Joyce said. "I don't think he wants a filthy man like you in heaven."
"And you think he'll let you in after this?" Hank asked, laughing. "You are crazy."
"Maybe you shouldn't question my mother's sanity daddy," Buffy said, walking into the room. "She is the one holding the gun."
"Buffy, you shouldn't be here," Joyce said, looking frantically from her husband to her eldest daughter. "I don't want you to see this."
"Oh but I do," Buffy said, an evil grin on her face. "I want to see for myself that everything I've feared is gone... Forever."
Joyce nodded weakly and turned back to her husband of eighteen years. This wasn't something she wanted to do, but knew that it had to be done for the good of her children, they had suffered enough. With their abusive father out of the way, they could start fresh, and hopefully move on to a happier life.
Joyce didn't care where this sent her. To prison, even to hell. She just wanted her kids to know that they didn't have to be scared anymore. That mommy had taken care of all their fears, that they were free.
"Mom," Buffy said, snapping her out of her thoughts. "You... You don't have to do this if you can't."
"I have to Buffy," she said. "For you and Dawnie, I must."
Buffy nodded and turned her attention back to her pathetic father. He had tortured her for years, beating her, and harrassing her. That, her mother didn't know about. If she did though, Buffy didn't think it would matter. Her father was going to die, and telling her mother the awful secrets wouldn't make his death any different.
The sound of a gun shot filled the air, and Buffy closed her eyes. She could feel her mother's arms wrap around her, and returned the act of comfort.
Buffy pulled back from the embrace, and opened her eyes. She turned to her father, lying on the ground motionless, blood running out of his wound at such a speed. It's almost like something's sucking it out, she thought.
Taking a deep breath, Buffy walked over to the motionless corpse. She gently nudged the body with her foot, and when she got no response, no angry yelling, or no strong grip, she smiled. He's gone. He can't hurt me anymore.
Yeah. Um, just did that cause I got the idea from a review, lol. Yes, I did. And it didn't tell me to do this specifically... But I just thought I would. Anyway, tell me what you think. I know they're out of character but meh. lol.